A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, surely, quoth he, thou art all voice and nothing else. (Vox et præterea nihil.) PlutarchLaconic Apothegms. Credited to Lacon Incert. XIII, by Lipsius.

A sweet voice, a little indistinct and muffled, which caresses and does not thrill; an utterance which glides on without emphasis, and lays stress only on what is deeply felt. George SandHandsome Lawrence. Ch. III.